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Disclaimer: While this is a true story, it is also a stinking funny story, so please feel free to laugh about it. I do.
The time has come to end this Accident Memory Lane. I know I know, sad day.
I decided to end with a good story about my right lung. The little guy tried to die on me twice, but thanks to the Docs (and God's good mercy) I now have two working lungs.
For some reason my family thinks I am a hypochondriac In first grade I faked being sick everyday and went to the nurse cause I wanted to go home. My family has forever judged me because of this. To this day, everytime I feel sick they never believe me. All because I faked it in FIRST grade. Doesn't make any sense to me.
So years later when I began complaining that I was having trouble breathing nobody really believed me. Luke wasn't around when I was in first grade, but for some reason he thinks I'm a hypochondriac also. So basically I was walking around with a half working lung and everybody thought I was just faking it. Seems like they would feel bad now. They don't.
I was a junior in college and I didn't have a regular Dr. so I went to a walk in clinic. I told the Dr. I was having trouble breathing, he looked straight at me and said, we all have trouble breathing from time to time you are fine. I have considered suing that Dr. but decided against it.
A couple of weeks later, I was not only having trouble breathing, but I was having SEVERE pains in my chest and I felt water moving around in my chest (I would later find out it was air from my lung). I went to another Dr. (walk in clinic again, a different one). This Dr. was a little more considerate, he took an X-ray of my lung and chest and tested my heart (cause we didn't know why I was having chest pains). He told me everything was normal and there was nothing he could do.
That night I couldn't walk because the chest pains were so bad, my friend Jodi too me to the ER. They checked me out said everything was fine. I went home.
The next day I was sitting at work, when my cell phone rang. I answered the phone and a lady asked if she was speaking with Megan. I said yes, and she said "This is ___ from (the walk in clinic) you need to go to the emergency room immediately. Your X-rays came back and your lung is not right.
Hm... I wasn't sure what that meant, but I sure as heck knew that it wasn't too comforting.
She asked me what hospital I was going to go to, I told her and she said "I will contact them and let them know you are coming, go immediately"
So I called my dad and said "I have to go to the emergency room something is wrong with my lung" He said he would go get my mom and they would drive to where I was - and then gave me some reassuring words that everything would be OK. (they lived an hour and a half from where I was). I knew better than to call my mom cause she would have freaked out and overreacted. It was better that my dad talk to her. (sorry mom, love ya but its true)
So I called my friend Jodi and she took me to the ER. I walked in, went to check in, told them my name. They sat me in a wheelchair and put oxygen in my nose and wheeled me to the back as fast as they could.
Keep in mind we still had NO IDEA what was wrong with me. I looked back from my fast moving wheel chair and Jodi was crying. It was all very dramatic, but at the time I thought I was mere minutes from dying.
So to shorten this story somewhat: my right lung was collapsed. Not all the way cause I was still able to breathe on my own, but it was about 20% collapsed. The doctors speculated from my breathing complications, and feeling air in my chest that it had been collapsed for about a month.
They said since it was just a minor collapse it would correct itself and I would be fine.
I still laugh about that statement.
Here is a collapsed lung: This is not me.

Here are some pictures from that day in the ER.


My sweet Jodi who came to my rescue and took me to the ER not once but twice! That is why I made her a bridesmaid.
Collapse #23 months later, it is summer and Luke is at church camp. I haven't seen him all week. I go to camp to visit him and he picks me up and hugs me REALLY hard. I felt a pop and start coughing.
The next day I felt air in my chest. And think oh, great not again.
Luke SERIOUSLY had collapsed my lung.
I use it often, If he gets mad at me, I say "Well you collapsed my lung"!!!!!!!!!
This collapse was much worse (50%). I ended up spending a week in the hospital, had a chest tube put in (not fun) and they glued my right lung to my chest wall.
Yes, I said glued, and it was horribly painful. Worse than childbirth (By the way I've never given birth).
So if you are still with me that is the story of my 2 collapsed lungs. To this day I am so paranoid my lung is going to collapse. I drove my family CRAZY the week before the wedding, anytime somebody would get close to me or accidently bump into me, or hug me hard I would yell DON'T COLLAPSE MY LUNG.
Why am I so paranoid? The parting words the Dr. gave me was, well since your right lung collapsed I would expect your other lung to collapse sometime in your life.
Thanks doc, I will send you my therapy bills.
*By the way, My lung collapsed so easily because I had air pockets on it, it was like a ticking bomb ready to pop at any moment Luke isn't really that strong*